My Village in Columbia

By Daniel Grueso
I visualized the town where I used to live in my
country. I could see the people, my friends. I remembered all the things that
we used to do with my friends, I could see the river that we used to swim in,
the forest that we used to walk by, and I remembered all my friends.
I remembered that I used to skip home while my grandmother
was looking at the door and my grandfather was running behind me. In the afternoon
we used to be a group like fifteen friends. We were talking about the tricks we
used to do to make the girl’s fall in love with us.
I could remember the games we played and that we
used to sit on the sidewalk in front of my house. I remembered when I was a little
child the older boys used to hit me on my head just because they were older and
they showed off. I remembered the field where we used to play basketball. Oh…
I almost forget. On vacation we used to have parties, and each December for Christmas
we used to have a party called the ‘blue jean party” where each one
of the participants must put on a white shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes.